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Susan Jones writes romantic drama with a touch of humour, and historical sagas as Lydia King. She lives in North Warwickshire, and loves walking through the beautiful woodlands where she lives, and gardening and reading are her pastimes.
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Happy new year to all my favourite followers, you know who you are. Yes, you.. and you and you of course. I’ve been a bit quiet lately, and thanks to those who noticed. One thing and another has kept me busy, and now I’m getting back to the writing. I’ve had a lovely diary from…
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Where Alan gets a dog. Now, remember back in the springtime, my plan to get a dog for his birthday fell flat, and he gave me a list of ten reasons why it wasn’t a good idea, and he was right of course, well, this is an antidote to that. Our Son was off to…
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On Monday 24th November, my latest Redington story will appear on Creative Frontiers. The story for this month is called, Treacle Toffee & Poisoned Coffee. A time slip story, and hope you enjoy it if you tune in every day to see what happens. It is Sebastian and Claire’s story, and it begins when they…
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Keith Lindsay was my writing tutor, when I attended Atherstone College in the mid-nineties. We were an informal group, and some took it more seriously than others. Now the thing that made Keith stand out from other tutors was his love of comedy, and the passion he gave to his way of teaching of the…
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On the 12th November, you are in for a treat, my lovely blog followers. Coming soon, interview with Keith Lindsay, comedy script writer, and my former writing tutor. He worked on Birds of a Feather, the original scripts, and more recently, Keith worked on Green green grass with John Sullivan. Birds of a Feather.…
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Hi followers, hope you’re all enjoying the festivities, and not had too much pumpkin soup, or sweets left over from the trick and treaters. My giggles for November are both from work. First mine. Our boss asked me and my colleague from Sunderland if we’d go in on a Sunday and do a cleaning job…
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At work the other day, it came to the time of cleaning the canteen in a factory where we have to enter a code to get through the door. Most places have codes now, and it’s a task in itself to remember them all. On this particular morning, I marched up to the door, hoover…
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It’s been a weekend of scarecrows in our local village. Here’s some pictures of the wide variety there were. Some would make great book covers wouldn’t they? And some were very real, like the lady in blue in the church. I was having a conversation with someone sitting down, and I thought, ‘blimey, this woman’s…